CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Robots from the future were growing increasingly interested by humanity. They decided to grow a human brain in controlled circumstances and one it through a simulation of a human life (the digital recordings they had found helped with creating one so accurate that no human would be able to tell it wasn't real) to see how humans thought.
It took nine hundred years for thoughts to form in the grown brain but the robots were patient. They prodded the brain gently, so as not to cause it pain. It was the twenty millionth brain they had used in their experiment.
They had been feeding it the recordings of a life they had created based mostly on internet writings. Finally they heard thoughts.
"...zzzzzzzz...zeeeeeeeee....zzzzzzzzzz...zeeeeeeeee..."
The robots were confused.
"why...why...why...."
This was more like it.
"...is it...normal....lol"
Amazing that a human could think the letters "lol" and the robots could understand what it meant. Truly they had come so far in their knowledge of humans, the species they had rightfully wiped from the face of the Earth.
"...of course it fucking isn't I'm not normal have never been normal can never be normal can't force myself to think like a normal person because I'm not one and a normal person wouldn't be forcing themselve anyway so it can't possibly be normal..."
They prodded to get to something more interesting and then let him rant.
"Is it normal to miss someone you haven't seen for twenty years and never really knew? Probably not. But I just went through the grieving process for a person I didn't know. A person I mostly imagined. I missed the idea more than the reality. The possibility, the mad imagined possibility. I missed the feelings. They came back. I saw a photo, from twenty one years ago, and it all came back somehow. Not even memories, but raw feelings. The kind of thing I haven't felt in, well, twenty years. The kind of thing I used to feel back before I knew what I really am. When I was young. When my fingers didn't hurt when I typed. When I could fall in love with that beautiful girl who doesn't even look how I remembered. She looks too young now. Of course she does. It's been so long. What is she now? I'll never know. Yes I tried to Facebook stalk but there was nothing. Maybe that's the part that broke me. The fact I'll never know her. But why her? There were other girls, other crushes. Is it just because she was the last one? Because she still feels almost 'new' in my mind, which is insane after all these years? I associated her with a feeling of 'newness' because she came in the last year of school and so I felt an echo of that feeling, a remembrance, when I looked at her. I never thought such a thing was possible. Crazy, how the mind works. Is everything I've ever felt still in there, stored somewhere in my brain, just waiting to come out again? Until I die anyway. Makes death seem even worse. Anyway, the girl wasn't special. Even typing that now was hard. I always remembered her being special. It's because she was nice to me, the few times we spoke. Because she smiled at me at the bus station that last time I ever saw her, a year after we left school. She had remembered me, even though we hadn't been in the same year and had never really known each other. She had remembered and she'd smiled. That was why. I carried that inside me for twenty years. The hope I must have felt at the time of the smile, the hope that I'd see her again one day. I never had. I never will. I wouldn't even recognise her. Yes, all of this had broken me. Knowing her long it had all been. Knowing it was all gone, yet still there in my brain. Nothing's ever really gone, is it? I feel like somehow it will even survive death. Ah, that is madness. That's right. I'm mad. Ignore me. I'll forget again soon. The usual numbness has already returned. I'll bury her. I'll bury the feelings. It's what I'm trained for."
The robots found this remarkable. Not what he said, for that was just the usal human nonsense. But that it read exactly like a blog post made by the human they had cloned the brain from. Had some memory survived, somehow, grown out of the cloning process? Surely not. It must have just been the simulation createing such similar circumstances. Still, it was strange that the human had been thinking that somehow his little feelings would live on after Death. And that, in a way, they had, even if they were new feelings the robots had created. They were feelings the human would have been capable of having, very well may have had. They searched the simulation. They had designed it to fit the brain. They wondered just how similar it was to the real human's life, all those millions of years ago. What would it mean if they had somehow recreated his life? Would it mean they could bring them back? Bring back all the humans?
But then they'd have to kill them again.
It took nine hundred years for thoughts to form in the grown brain but the robots were patient. They prodded the brain gently, so as not to cause it pain. It was the twenty millionth brain they had used in their experiment.
They had been feeding it the recordings of a life they had created based mostly on internet writings. Finally they heard thoughts.
"...zzzzzzzz...zeeeeeeeee....zzzzzzzzzz...zeeeeeeeee..."
The robots were confused.
"why...why...why...."
This was more like it.
"...is it...normal....lol"
Amazing that a human could think the letters "lol" and the robots could understand what it meant. Truly they had come so far in their knowledge of humans, the species they had rightfully wiped from the face of the Earth.
"...of course it fucking isn't I'm not normal have never been normal can never be normal can't force myself to think like a normal person because I'm not one and a normal person wouldn't be forcing themselve anyway so it can't possibly be normal..."
They prodded to get to something more interesting and then let him rant.
"Is it normal to miss someone you haven't seen for twenty years and never really knew? Probably not. But I just went through the grieving process for a person I didn't know. A person I mostly imagined. I missed the idea more than the reality. The possibility, the mad imagined possibility. I missed the feelings. They came back. I saw a photo, from twenty one years ago, and it all came back somehow. Not even memories, but raw feelings. The kind of thing I haven't felt in, well, twenty years. The kind of thing I used to feel back before I knew what I really am. When I was young. When my fingers didn't hurt when I typed. When I could fall in love with that beautiful girl who doesn't even look how I remembered. She looks too young now. Of course she does. It's been so long. What is she now? I'll never know. Yes I tried to Facebook stalk but there was nothing. Maybe that's the part that broke me. The fact I'll never know her. But why her? There were other girls, other crushes. Is it just because she was the last one? Because she still feels almost 'new' in my mind, which is insane after all these years? I associated her with a feeling of 'newness' because she came in the last year of school and so I felt an echo of that feeling, a remembrance, when I looked at her. I never thought such a thing was possible. Crazy, how the mind works. Is everything I've ever felt still in there, stored somewhere in my brain, just waiting to come out again? Until I die anyway. Makes death seem even worse. Anyway, the girl wasn't special. Even typing that now was hard. I always remembered her being special. It's because she was nice to me, the few times we spoke. Because she smiled at me at the bus station that last time I ever saw her, a year after we left school. She had remembered me, even though we hadn't been in the same year and had never really known each other. She had remembered and she'd smiled. That was why. I carried that inside me for twenty years. The hope I must have felt at the time of the smile, the hope that I'd see her again one day. I never had. I never will. I wouldn't even recognise her. Yes, all of this had broken me. Knowing her long it had all been. Knowing it was all gone, yet still there in my brain. Nothing's ever really gone, is it? I feel like somehow it will even survive death. Ah, that is madness. That's right. I'm mad. Ignore me. I'll forget again soon. The usual numbness has already returned. I'll bury her. I'll bury the feelings. It's what I'm trained for."
The robots found this remarkable. Not what he said, for that was just the usal human nonsense. But that it read exactly like a blog post made by the human they had cloned the brain from. Had some memory survived, somehow, grown out of the cloning process? Surely not. It must have just been the simulation createing such similar circumstances. Still, it was strange that the human had been thinking that somehow his little feelings would live on after Death. And that, in a way, they had, even if they were new feelings the robots had created. They were feelings the human would have been capable of having, very well may have had. They searched the simulation. They had designed it to fit the brain. They wondered just how similar it was to the real human's life, all those millions of years ago. What would it mean if they had somehow recreated his life? Would it mean they could bring them back? Bring back all the humans?
But then they'd have to kill them again.